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“Add more fingers,” the Eminent orders, his voice raspy. I open my eyes for a moment and notice Lori shutting hers. Alex flexes his arm, his tricep muscle shuddering between my breasts. It’s a fake movement to pretend he’s filling me more, and I jerk my hips to act as if I’m shocked by the intrusion. More hearty laughs escape the Eminent’s lips, and when I make myself stiffen and relax in a rhythmic motion, moaning along with the fake orgasm, he believes me.
I’m so convincing that I worry it might really happen, the excitement growing at my core. That feels like such a betrayal, but I don’t have control over my body. Alex rubbing my sex sends spikes of sensation to my most sensitive areas even though he’s not inside my panties, and part of me wonders why. It’s assault, through and through, but Alex is protecting me, making sure everything looks real but isn’t.
The violation is from the Eminent who orders us to perform this way.
It’s tense, but we’ll make it through this while the Eminent enjoys the show, smiling throughout the entire ordeal.
I whimper when we’re finished, close to coming but holding myself back. A trickle of sweat drips from my temples and Alex’s hand slides from my clothes. I clutch onto his forearm before he removes it completely. There’s something that could give him away.
With a heavy breath, he reaches inside my panties just once, and strokes the wet across his fingers, before he takes out his hand. It’s a necessary action, and far less than Mary must endure every day, so I accept it, even lean in to ensure he gets enough.
The Eminent eyes Alex’s slick fingers as he wipes them against his napkin. When he stands, everyone rises except Alex.
“I’m pleased to see you satisfied, little rat. Work on building his stamina,” the Eminent mocks. “Do try to please her with your cock in the future, Alex?”
Alex rises and nods. “Yes,” he croaks. “Many apologies.”
The Eminent turns and leaves without a goodbye, and we all let out a sigh of relief. All except Alex, who glares at his back with every step. Mary looks back once, which only intensifies his rage.
I see it in his eyes when they leave the room, the decision he’s made just then. He won’t wait out the Eminent, hoping he lets her go. He won’t put us through another sexual display, which will only get worse, one we can’t fake next time.
If I find a way out, he’ll follow, or he’ll die trying.
Chapter Thirteen
Make It Count
Ican’tgetLori’sconfused and angered face out of my head as Alex yanks me down the hallway. When Lori turned to leave as Frederick stood from the table, the other women broke the bad news about her new assignment. Lori would not return to Luke and her children and would instead move in with Frederick at the Eminent’s request. She refused until a few adherents cuffed her hands together, offering Frederick the key. I caught a glimpse of the brand on her arm, the same as mine, as she struggled against the handcuffs. We’re all marked by this place, and there’s no changing that.
“Frederick won’t touch her,” Alex promises after we leave. His words are curt, but I’m not deterred. A million questions about Mary and Lori are swimming around in my head. I’m grateful to have a topic to discuss other than what just happened between us, and I doubt it will ever come up. There’s nothing to say.
We enter an elevator and he scans his hand and then jams his fingers on the number forty-two so hard I think he might break the glass.
“How do you know that?” My voice fills with panic, and I pull on my collar, not bothering to ask if he’s okay. He’s not. None of us are. “Do lots of security guards mingle with the adherents? You seem so up to date on their moral character.” The sarcasm dripping from my lips makes Alex growl, and I know I’m overstepping, especially while trapped in a moving box with a man about to explode.
Alex shoots me a glare, and I step back against the wall. “He’s being punished like me. Stuck with a hateful stowaway against our will,” his voice shakes. “The Eminent’s got his daughter, and he’s trying to turn the soft ones,” Alex huffs, running his hands down his red face. “That’s what he calls us. Soft. Those of us that aren’t partaking in the woman swapping and orgies will be tempted until we do.”
My face falls, and there’s an ounce of relief mixed in with the sadness.
“What if Frederick gives into the temptation?”
“He won’t,” Alex snaps at me.
The buttons blink on the elevator lower and lower, Alex’s rage unrelenting as the man shifts his weight on his heels. I know he won’t hurt me, but in this small space, I feel everything he does. The frustration and hate, it’s impossible to ignore.
“I like your wife,” I whisper.
The lights on the elevator buttons move slowly, taking minutes to sink into the earth. “Me too,” he scoffs.
“What I mean is-”
“I know what you mean,” Alex cuts me off. He rubs the back of his neck, his face softening enough to allow me to exhale. “I don’t want to talk about it. We did the right thing back there. Just drop it for now.”
I do, and he grabs my arm when the doors open, escorting me down a loud hallway. It sounds like a construction zone, and I cover my ears from the banging and sawing.
“What’s that noise?” I yell.
Alex points to sparks at the end of a hallway we pass. “Fixing a cave in.”
